Kyra: Think of a time in your life when your pulse was racing. When your heart fluttered. Gene: Fluttered? Kyra: You know... Kyra, in a high pitched voice: "Ah, it's so cute! I can't stand it! If I must look a moment longer, I fear I will die!" Like that. Gene: ... Oh, I know. My heart did flutter when I was struck by an enemy's poisoned arrow.














